Poem Happiness

Happiness

A man and a woman lie on a white bed.It is morning. I thinkSoon they will waken.On the bedside table is a vaseof lilies; sunlightpools in their throats.I watch him turn to heras though to speak her namebut silently, deep in her mouth--At the window ledge,once, twice,a bird calls.And then she stirs; her bodyfills with his breath.

I open my eyes; you are watching me.Almost over this roomthe sun is gliding.Look at your face, you say,holding your own close to meto make a mirror.How calm you are. And the burning wheelpasses gently over us.